Wagered To The Alpha Mafia King Mga Nobela at Kwento

"The money is gone, Thomas. Let it go." "Let it go?" Elder Logan, a fiercely aggressive wolf from the northern border, snarled. His canine teeth extended past his lower lip as his eyes flashed a dangerous, wild yellow. "You are the Alpha King, Alexander! You are supposed to be our shield, our apex predator. Instead, you are kneeling at the feet of a human Mafia whore who is openly sleeping with our deadliest Lycan enemy!" The word whore had not even fully left Logan’s lips before the temperature in the room plummeted to absolute zero.

With a loud yawn, she let herself slip into a whole different world entirely. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& Alpha jasper was at the graveyard, watching his pack members mourn over their loved ones. His heart burns in rage because he has lost his most powerful warriors. He badly wanted to get rid of Zane but he knew that if he had a physical fight with him, Zane would win without shifting in to his wolf form. Roman and Felicia walked in and he turned towards them, hoping to hear some good news.

“Is it here where you made my false documents?” Aspen shifts in his seat, obviously feeling uncomfortable as he pushes against the frame of his glasses repeatedly. “No! The artists are down there.” Taking a step back, I look down a narrow hallway filled with shelves full of books that must lead to another hall. A man in a tailored suit is standing there casually, scrolling through the pages of a book and as he sees me he waves at me with an exaggerated smile. “Oh, that’s interesting.” “We were told that he is the King of New York,” Karma says matter-of-factly, not stopping a split second as he continues coding. “Is that true?”

“Why don’t we settle this once and for all—Alpha to Alpha.” Kiara looks at Zane like he is mad. He is trying to go against Blake, an original Alpha King. Blake’s eyes widen, and for a moment, the fire in them flickers. Then he lets out a guttural chuckle that morphs into a roar as his wolf bursts forth. In a blur of motion, he throws Kiara aside and charges at Zane. The clash is ferocious. Blake is fast, his wolf-enhanced strength and speed giving him an edge. But Zane is unshakable. He matches Blake blow for blow, his claws tearing through flesh as they fight for dominance.

Vallea sat tied to the chair her hair hung over her face. The water was thrown over her She slowly opened her eyes they cut hair. "Good afternoon Vallea it’s nice to see you are finally with us." "Who are you?" "I’m Nicolo Russo. The maffia king." Oh great a fucking ameture. "You are not the Mafia king, my brother Matteo Robustelli is." "I am and you should remember that.’ "Why am I here?" "You are here as bate, my princess."

As she walked into the house she had called home for the past twenty one years, Kiara watched as her father lay flat and helpless on the floor, begging for his dear life as the Alpha Mafia king looked down on him like a merciless god would look down on pathetic mortals. He didn’t come alone either, his henchmen stood over her father with guns and knives just waiting for the Alpha’s signal to finish off her old man. “I promise I’ll pay every single dime back.” The old man, Kiara’s father, pleaded with his forehead touching the ground. Kiara didn’t need a prophet to tell her what had happened here. Her gambling father had borrowed huge sums of money from Alpha Denzel, gambled it all away yet a

If I’ve learnt anything in the past months it's that anyone can betray you. “Oh, Beta Emilio. What a surprise. How are you doing?” His voice came. “I am ok, thanks.” Only physically. I’m an emotional mess but he didn’t have to know that. “How are you doing and how are things in your pack? I heard your Alpha was killed.” “Oh, Beta Emilio. Things have been bad. The Mafia princess is missing. She was supposed to be the one to take over as Mafia boss and Alpha but she ran away after her father was killed by Rogues.”

“Hello?” A deep chuckle came through the speaker, causing his blood to boil. “I see you’ve figured out what’s gone missing,” the King commented mockingly. “You really are fucking around with the wrong person,” he snarled. Gregory wasn’t bothered in the slightest. “Perhaps now you’ll reconsider who’s really in charge here,” he said. “Call off this ridiculous wager of war and I will happily return your wife.” A devilish smile curved the Alpha’s lips while his pupils doubled in size.

My train thoughts about my mate came to a halt when I heard my beta's voice, "Explain now Alpha" I tsked my tongue and began, "We went to kill that Italian mafia leader Alfredo in a weird auction where girls from all species sold. But before I do anything as usual that Kai interrupted my mission. When I tried to find him, I saw him with an omega who suppose to be my mate as well as his. When I intend to reject her he stopped me and pleased me to work on this mate thing. I said I don't want to but he offered that he will help me in capturing all mafia lands and become a mafia king. It's a tempting offer so I accepted that offer as well as them."

Well, if you say so. A ding comes a second later. King: Mars! Me: I’m here, I’m here. King: Good, well, stay there. Some of these mfs look slimy and shady as fuck. Me: Who are you referring to? King: The alphas. Me: Oh, I see. They’re here already? King: Some of them, yes. I don’t trust them, so stay put today. Me: Stay put? King: Yes, don’t go wandering around. Stay locked in at home.